Page 22 of Tempting My Nemesis

"Zoe..." Caleb's voice is low, rough.

I meet his gaze, my pulse quickening. "What are we doing, Caleb?"

He doesn't answer. In two strides, he's there, pulling me against him. His mouth claims mine in a fierce, demanding kiss that steals my breath. I melt into him, responding instinctively to his touch.

His hands roam my body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. Every rational thought flies out of my head. I know this is dangerous, that I'm playing with fire, but I can't bring myself to care.

Caleb breaks the kiss, his eyes dark with desire. "Tell me to stop," he growls.

I shake my head, unable to form words. I want this—want him—more than I've ever wanted anything.

He lifts me effortlessly, carrying me to my bedroom.

"We need to get out of these cold clothes before we catch a chill," Caleb murmurs, his voice low and husky.

His hands move to the hem of my wet shirt, peeling it off slowly. I shiver, not from cold but from the intensity of his gaze. He continues undressing me with deliberate care, his fingers brushing against my skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. Once I'm naked, he quickly strips off his own clothes.

I can't help but stare at his muscled body, my eyes tracing the intricate tattoos that adorn his skin. The raven on his left shoulder blade seems to watch me with knowing eyes. The broken chains on his right forearm flex as he moves, and I long to trace them with my fingers. My gaze travels to the wolf on his rib cage, fierce and protective, much like Caleb himself.

Caleb's eyes roam over my body, dark with desire. I feel exposed, vulnerable, yet strangely powerful under his hungry stare. The tension between us crackles like electricity, making it hard to breathe. Every cell in my body screams for his touch, even as my mind warns me of the dangerous territory we're entering.

Caleb's gaze rakes over me, possessive and hungry.

"You're mine," he says, his voice thick with desire.

I should protest, should remind him that this isn't real. But as his hands and mouth explore my body, all I can do is surrender to the storm of sensation.

Caleb makes a rough sound deep in his throat and pulls me to him. His lips crush mine in a fierce, hungry kiss that robs me of all rational thought. The kiss is possessive, his mouth slantingover mine with urgent demand. I moan into his mouth, my hands tangling in his hair as I cling to him.

His touch is everywhere, his hands moving over my body with confident ownership. He grips my hips, dragging me against him so I can feel the hardness of his erection pressed against my belly. A whimper escapes my throat at the sensation, and he growls low, the sound vibrating through me.

"Fuck, Zoe," he breathes, his lips trailing fire along my jaw. "I've wanted to do this since the moment I saw you."

His words send a thrill straight to my core, and I arch into him, silently begging for more. His hands slide up my back, his palms branding my skin with heat. I want him to mark me, to claim me as his, and I know without a doubt that I will surrender everything to him.

My fingers dig into his shoulders as I kiss him back with equal fervor. I can taste the raw need between us, and it only fuels my desire. I want to devour him, to feel every inch of his skin against mine. My tongue duels with his, our mouths moving together in perfect sync.

His hands slide down my back, over the curve of my ass, pulling me tighter against his arousal. A shameless moan escapes my throat, and I feel his smile against my mouth. He breaks the kiss, his lips trailing down my neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. My head falls back, baring my throat to him, silently encouraging him to mark me.

"Damn, you feel so good," he mutters, his fingers digging into my flesh.

I don't respond, too lost in the storm of sensations he is creating. His mouth continues its path lower, kissing and teasing the swell of my breasts. My nipples pebble, begging for his attention, and he obliges, sucking one tight peak into his warm mouth.

"Caleb!" I cry out, my knees buckling at the jolt of pleasure that shoots through me.

He holds me steady with one hand, his mouth now latched onto my sensitive nipple. His tongue circles and teases, driving me to the brink of madness. My hands fist in his hair, urging him on even as my mind spins with conflicting thoughts. This is wrong. This is dangerous. But damn, it feels so fucking good.

He kisses a path down my abdomen, his breath hot against my skin. My naked body trembles under his touch, every nerve ending alive and crackling with electricity. I bite my lip, my cheeks flushing with heat as he nuzzles the sensitive skin just above my mound.

"So wet for me, Zoe," he murmurs, his voice hoarse with desire. "I can smell how much you want this."

My eyes flutter closed at his words, a combination of embarrassment and arousal washing over me. I know I have no control over my body's response to him, and it both thrills and intimidates me. I am putty in his skilled hands, and he knows it.

He gently lays me back on the bed, his fingers trailing along my inner thighs, spreading me open, exposing the most intimate parts of me to his hungry gaze. A rush of self-consciousness hits me, but it’s quickly drowned out by the heat in his eyes as he looks his fill.

"So fucking beautiful," he growls, his thumb brushing my clit, making me gasp.

I am lost, utterly consumed by the pleasure he is stoking within me. My body is on fire, every nerve ending screaming for release. He teases my entrance with his fingers, circling, probing, but not entering. I whimper, my hips bucking of their own volition, seeking the completion I crave.

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